Against a wall in this city of broken light
while a million eyes sweep the darkness
and pass over him
out in the cold that cannot feel his skin
the air surrounds him with its soft embrace
His lungs heave with it,
a final breath before losing sight
of the street that runs unending into night
away from the path and into wild country
followed by the warnings of an oracle that echo behind
Time has flowed this way before
a tired river reversing course
to lost summits high above the clouds
There will he stand
a burning torch his offering to the sky
trying to light the passageway
and climb through it to a mirror-image world
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Have had some Bossa Nova music playing in the background for a bit now. Has me wanting to take a vacation…
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The Light is On 
9 responses to “Into Wild Country”
I love this piece. A homeless person being ignored by many who when finally passes instead of looking over others, he is a light for their passageway. Beautiful as always David. Love Joni
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Thanks Joni! I hadn’t actually thought of it in that way, but I like that interpretation. Just goes to show how many meanings something can have! (: cheers
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“Blame it on the Bossa Nova…” or are you too young to remember that song? 🙂 Can’t remember the gal who sang it now, but we had the 45…and the old record player.
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It sounds familiar… but I’m not sure! I’ll give it a listen anyway (:
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🙂
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Well penned ✍️
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Thank you (:
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I love this piece of writing
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Thank you! Cheers (:
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